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« IC.USERNAME » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION Alfonse Baelsar ✦ Final Fantasy XIV
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby

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[dontgetintherobot]

[Ah, there was something rather sweet about Ezar just mindlessly flopping on him, and Alfonse put his arm around his shoulder to help keep him steady.

Then the thigh touching and ah. Ah. Well he'd just use his free hand to hold onto Ezar's. Sportively. As endearing as the other was, they didn't know each other well, and he wasn't about to take advantage of a drunk man.]

I'll look up some recipes for it, but only if you stop by and promise to try them.

[basura_boi]

Never said no to a free meal, eh?

[ He is going to interpret the hand holding as a good thing, really. He's drunk. This sign can't stop him because he can't read. So he stretches up from his slump as much as he can to lightly nudge Alfonse's jaw with the bridge of his nose.

Perhaps very lucky for Alfonse that he's tall enough for his mouth to be out of easy reach. ]

Can send you what I've knocked together if I remember it.

[dontgetintherobot]

[Oh the nuzzling was… kinda cute? It got a little smile out of him as a bit of color came to his cheeks.

Well, Alfonse went to reach for the blanket to cover his friend a little. If he was feeling cuddly, that might help him nestle in and get comfortable.]

I would appreciate it. What other foods to you like? I can give them a try as well.

[basura_boi]

[ The blanket is also a wise move, because between that and Alfonse having his hand, he doesn't have a lot of room to squirm around and try to be even more inappropriate. Perhaps it's another symptom of how drunk he is, but it's also enough to divert the single of track of his mind from horny to oh this is nice. ]

Like makin' fish. Cause I fish a lot. Cakes. Lemon cake's the best. Pies...

[ Under the blanket, he insistently squirms into Alfonse's lap, but only so he can rest his head against the man's chest, cuddling in. His tail half wraps around the man's leg.

Imagine being able to sit like this with someone, he thinks drowsily. Imagine. And there might be just a little hum he's making low in his throat that sounds like a purr. ]

[dontgetintherobot]

[Oh? Oh dear was he-

…

Was this what it’s like having a cat? Was it racist to think that about a Miquo’te? Was he purring? Could Miquo’te purr?

Well this was actually… very sweet. He’d just tuck that blanket around Ezar nice and cozy, and start rubbing his back. He’d just let his questions remain unanswered and focus on this instead.]

Lemon cakes and pies, huh? Sounds like you have a thing for sweets.

[basura_boi]

[ Alfonse gets an answer to his question when he starts rubbing Ezar's back. Ezar is definitely purring. He roots his nose gently into Alfonse's pec and answers in a contented mumble that promises the man could easily get him to sleep if that's what he wanted. ]

Sweets 're... all right. Fun to make mostly. People like 'em.